Massed closely together, they were not unlike an astounding pipe-organ.

I had a feeling of my littleness, that I was lost, and should devote every moment and effort to the saving of my life.

It did not seem possible I could be hunting.

Though I climbed diagonally, and rested often, my heart pumped so hard I could hear it.
A yellow crag, with a round head like an old man's cane, appealed to me as near the place where I last heard from Jim, and toward it I labored.
Every time I glanced up, the distance seemed the same.

A climb which I decided would not take more than fifteen minutes, required an hour.
While resting at the foot of the crag, I heard more baying of hounds, but for my life I could not tell whether the sound came from up or down, and I commenced to feel that I did not much care.